Text: Damon lost it a long time ago.

Text: No, actually I’m good. But thank you. I love you.

-kolmikaelsons:

Oh right. Shit happens. 

Rude. Goodnight or goodbye or whatever. I know neither one of us are going to sleep so.

-kolmikaelsons:

I just said a lot of things to you and don’t actually remember any of them so…..yes? Maybe? What?

I asked you to bring me a blood bag and you said no. You told me no.

-kolmikaelsons:

A few days ago you listed the reasons that I’m a horrible friend so…have fun starving tonight. I’m sure you’ll find something in the AM.  Besides, you know I don’t bother with blood bags.

Really?

-kolmikaelsons:

Something like that. And if you’re hungry, then eat something? It’s easy like that. 

Nope. Not leaving bed. You could be a good friend and bring your best friend a blood bag.

-kolmikaelsons:

Perdita is definitely not alone on that one. And hunting bunnies doesn’t count as hunting so get over it, sweetcheeks. 

Oh, you’re drunk too? Lovely. ‘Hunting’ or not doesn’t change the fact that I’m hungry and don’t call me sweetcheeks, creep.

-kolmikaelsons:

I’m seriously going to stop liking your shit if you feel the need to comment on it every single time.

But I’ll bite.

Why’re you miserable?

Because Tyler’s drunk and you’re an ass, and I just realized that I haven’t hunted in days.

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I’m glad you like my misery, Kol. They say it loves company.